![Mallwalkers - Fred Thomas](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284755589373925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 26.01.2017
Song language: English
Mallwalkers |
Is this the same song? |
Does something feel slower? |
Is something wrong? |
Is there anything wrong? |
Does something feel slower? |
Or is this just the same daydreamed death where you see yourself lowered |
Into the cold, greedy ground as your parents and plagiarists lose their shit |
Sobbing over your casket |
And you broadcast it every couple of hours |
When you’re not busy with customers |
Selling cell phone cases and cords at that kiosk in the middle of the mall |
Air-conditioned days in this insufferable summer |
And at night you watch your friends dance around |
Feeling weird about fucking each other |
And you wonder «Do I even need to be here?» |
and «Why does this hurt?» |
You find a more consistent community with those early morning mallwalkers |
Than these horrid hushed hall talkers; |
judge-gabled gawkers |
Some will call you their crush, but they’re all stalkers |
And soon enough you’ll find yourself thrust up against those fall lockers |
Dreaming of a simple suspended eternity |
Where you’re stoned in your basement, playing games |
Hanging out with your dogs |
Could it ever be possible to just pause on that feeling? |
And why does it seem like now every boy cuts you off when you start speaking? |
And why do things feel negated before they’re experienced? |
Why does it hurt? |
When they tell you you talk like a teenager, you sound so stupid |
Say nothing |
Because those high school scars, and the parallel bars |
All the lonely lights on these frozen cars |
Every broken-wrist handstand in some best friend’s yard |
And every ugly part of everything that people keep on telling you you are |
They aren’t yours, they’re just wrong |
Name | Year |
---|---|
There was a Flood | 2007 |
Last One | 2007 |
Ocean of | 2007 |
Snow Bight | 2007 |
Soft Talking | 2012 |